"...Give me a monument of merit and deeds, which will stand forever in the world and be immortal for thousands of years."
The stone tablet carved from white marble was placed on the east side of Ning'an Lane, and guardrails were built around it using wood dismantled from Yuncheng Gymnasium, county government offices, Baoyun Tower and other places.
It was the local elders of Yuncheng who made the decision. The county magistrate took the lead and led the highly respected squires of Yuncheng to demolish it in person.
Soon, the merit monument was erected and opened, and the soldiers who escorted the merit monument solemnly performed military salutes.
All the people also knelt down and worshiped.
Lin Zhengyi and Wang Guihua shed tears, and finally heat surged in their chests, and the cold breath faded away.
Wang Guihua took a deep breath and said softly: "Okay, okay."
She finally let go.
Yes, as her daughter said, people will eventually die. Rather than living a boring life, dying in various accidents, or dying in bed, she would rather live a vigorous life and end it at the most glorious time.
Wang Guihua has never read a book, is not very literate, and cannot understand what her daughter is saying. She always feels that her child is restless and worrying.
Now, at this moment, two and a half years after her daughter's death, she suddenly lost her hatred and despair, and began to understand her daughter's aspirations.
If this is what my daughter wants, to leave her name in history, then how can a mother like her dare to stop her, no matter how distressed she is?
On the merit monument in front of her, her daughter's name was plated with gold. For the first time, Wang Guihua felt that being illiterate was really not a good thing. She wanted to read every word about her precious daughter over and over again, but she was illiterate and could only say... While others read it, try to memorize and memorize it yourself!
The merit monument is not limited to the Lin family in Ning'an Lane.
All the martyrs who have made great achievements and sacrificed their lives can have this monument in their homes.
The other is in front of Yuncheng Stadium.
The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, swirling and scattering them on the bluestone ground. The soldiers of the beheading army lined up neatly and walked through the long street.
The common people of Yuncheng followed behind unknowingly, forming a long queue.
Xiao Li was thinking, these are all staged things, what is worth seeing? But his feet refused to obey his orders, and he never missed a step.
"It's all for my parents."
His parents are getting older, and he came here to take care of them.
"The Heroine-in-law is the Heroine-in-law!"
It seemed that the road today was much shorter than when he passed by before. Xiao Li didn't even realize it and had already flowed into the large square outside the stadium with the flow of people.
The gymnasium is holding a reincarnation match these days, and it has been prepared to receive the audience early. At this time, people all over the city are pouring in, but it is only slightly crowded, and there is not much panic.
The flow of people naturally dispersed in all directions, and Xiao Li also followed the flow of people in. Looking around, he was suddenly a little frightened.
The entire stadium square was solemnly white.
The county magistrate, the county magistrate, and everyone in the county government were all dressed in white, even Yue Qingqing, who was standing in front of a huge stone tablet covered with red silk cloth.
The burlap mourning clothes reached to his body, which made Xiao Li feel all kinds of complicated emotions.
All the people on the left and right were silent.
Xiao Li now somewhat understood why Yue Qingqing asked so many young warriors to die, but no one hated her, and everyone worshiped her as a great hero.
She is used to...acting.
The word "acting" passed between Xiao Li's lips and tongue for a long time, but he finally swallowed it.
In this life, it is enough to have such a person and a group of people who so solemnly wrap themselves in sackcloth, even if they are just acting.
The sound of war drums roared.
The drumbeats are beating people's heartbeats.
Xiao Li's heart was beating wildly.
Mu Qingyun pulled off the red silk, revealing a huge stone monument that seemed to tower into the clouds.
This stone monument was not there yesterday, but it was erected overnight.
Reaching out to hold the Qiu Shui Sword, Mu Qingyun looked solemn, swung the long sword, and powerful characters appeared on the stone tablet.
Every word seems to reach ninety thousand miles into the sky. There is no trace of sadness, only ambition and pride.
Countless people's names poured out from the tip of Mu Qingyun's sword.
Everyone was stunned.
Wang Guihua was trembling all over, and suddenly she raised her hand and pointed at the high platform: "Shuyuan, that's Shuyuan!"
She still recognized her daughter's name after all.
Others also exclaimed and lost their voices. Countless people cried and laughed, looking up and shouting: "My son, my son!"
"My son, your life has not been in vain, your life has not been in vain!"
Mu Qingyun held up his breath and carved a total of 286 names on the entire stone tablet in one breath before slowly exhaling.
In the past ten years, the lives of 286 warriors in Yuncheng alone have been left in the distance forever.
In this disaster, most of the people who died were young warriors. The white-haired people gave away the black-haired people, which was a great suffering in life.
The current monument, as well as the monuments placed one after another in every corner of the Ming Dynasty, may bring them a little comfort.
When Mu Qingyun first wanted to cast a monument, he thought of the historical materials that had been lost and damaged in later generations.
Unexpectedly, the people would be so excited.
Mu Qingyun smiled unconsciously. Fortunately, she knew better than anyone else that the world would definitely get better.
Chen Yi stepped forward and entrusted Mu Qingyun with three cups of warm wine, one for the sky, one for the earth, and the last one.
"Sacrifice the heroic spirits."
Mu Qingyun whispered, "Bless the ban operation to go smoothly, and bless us to enter the new world safely."
Perhaps her mental power has indeed exceeded a certain limit. She seems to have been having some dreams that seem to be dreams but not dreams.
She was dreaming, but it didn't look like she was dreaming.
She dreamed that she was actually wearing luxurious crown clothes and sitting in a huge golden palace to attend a banquet.
None of the people at the banquet seemed to be human.
It seems that she only started having this dream after her name was included in the 'banned' activity.
She asked other people, but others did not have this phenomenon.
She didn't hide it. She told several researchers in the restricted area about this phenomenon. After the researchers heard about it, they looked at her a little strangely, but they still comforted her and said that it was normal.
Mu Qingyun chuckled, poured himself a glass of warm wine, drank it slowly, and looked up at the towering stone monument.
"Senior sister, the next time we meet, we will really be in a new world."
Chen Yi: "Okay."
She paused and smiled: "Actually, I don't choose. As long as we can meet, it's fine anywhere."
The carriage and horses were ready. Mu Qingyun did not return to the martial arts hall. He only shook Chen Yi's arm and got into the carriage.
Chen Yi walked her all the way out of the city gate and stood at the city gate, thinking back on these long ten years.
Over the years, if I think about it carefully, she has never been separated from her junior sister, and there is nothing to worry about. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
